Vision about Angel August 8, 2002
I had another image come to me this morning as I was waking up, again in black and white.
A small child of about one year was in someone’s arms, although I’m not sure who it was because the horses head was hiding his face. The child was petting the horses head. I don’t think the horse was that old, perhaps a yearling.
I am aware I am looking at myself as a young girl, but because of all the trauma I see myself as separate. I’m not sure if that will make sense to most people, but there is a disconnect—the emotions tied to the moment were lost. I can sense now though I was happy then, there was much goodness in my world and I was content.
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